Review of Private Parts (1972) by Alex W — 15 Sep 2008
Meretricious sleaze whose seedy L.A. hotel setting and oddball cast promise more titillation and perversity than they deliver. Not that there's any shortage of deviancy here. One character has been reduced to getting his jollies by puncturing a water-filled inflatable doll with a blood-filled syringe.
Someone who's handy with a machete prowls the decrepit halls, a defrocked priest entertains studly young "repairmen" daily, and a petulant runaway finds her innocence (and maybe her mind) vulnerable to the escalating insanity.
Bartel's first film is a strange one, a bizarre and well made but somewhat joyless riff on 'Psycho.' I'm not sure I'd ever want to watch this again.
This review of Private Parts (1972) was written by Alex W on 15 Sep 2008.
Private Parts has generally received positive reviews.
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